In an effort to educate myself, I am reading The Oxford Book of Essays, chosen and edited by John Gross. [copies for sale here] There’s 142 of the blighters, so it will take me all year. To make this “stick” I am going to blog each essay. This essay is online Who was the author: ... Continue Reading →
Is it just me? – Anger in the Anthropocene
Every day, new horrors. And you can choose not to read things you can do nothing about. But then you wouldn't read much would you? (1) You'd disappear into reading all the Shakespeare you never read/saw or read/saw but have completely forgotten because you're older than Methuselah. To choose an example entirely at random. Every... Continue Reading →